He Remains Faithful

 She said that she looked over her life, and that the Brooklyn Tabernacle choir song "He's been faithful"... That the song fit. In both her times close to the Lord and far from the Lord, the Lord had still been faithful to her.

And it was very encouraging to hear to say that, very encouraging to hear her happy.

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He's Been Faithful

Carol Cymbala / Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir 

In my moments of fear

Through every pain and every tear

There's a God who's been faithful to me

And when my strength was all gone

When my heart had no song

Still enough, He's proved faithful to me

And every word He has promised is true

And what I thought was impossible, I've seen my God do

He's been faithful, faithful to me

Looking back, His love and mercy I see (oh, I can see)

Though in my heart, I have questioned, even failed to believe

But He's been faithful

So faithful to me (to me)

And when my heart looked away

The many times, I could not pray

Still, my God, He was faithful to me

The days I spent so selfishly

Just reaching out for what pleased me

Even then, God was faithful to me

Every time that I'd come back to Him

He is waiting with open arms and I see once again

He's been faithful, faithful to me

God, You are so faithful

Looking back, His love and mercy I see

So that I can see

Though in my heart, I have questioned, even failed to believe

That He's been faithful, so faithful

Faithful, faithful

In my heart, I have questioned, I've even failed to believe

But He's been faithful, so faithful

In my heart, I have questioned, I have even failed to believe

But oh, He's been so faithful

So faithful to me

Oh God, You have always been faithful

Even when I failed to believe You, oh (faithful)

Faithful (faithful)

So faithful to me

Old People and their bad habit of dying

 I am Steven.

Son of Christine and William

Grandson of Diann and Ed, Ruby and James

Great grandson of Catherine and Elmer, Frances and Albert, Tsona and Peter, John and Allison.

An American mutt of Northwest European descent.

.....

Ten years ago today, my father died.

I posted a few years ago (http://romans-837.blogspot.com/2017/09/four-years-gone.html) a few thoughts about having lost him, and conversations I never got to have with him.

And now there's more I wish I could talk to him about. The challenges, the grind, the things I've learned...

I owe him so much and in some ways I'm so much like him.

.....

January 4, 2038.

The day that I would be my dad's age. 

And, with both his early passing and my wife's medical issues, the words of the Riverside Captain come to mind.

"And how we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life, wouldn't you say?"

memento mori